He was gone in a flash, leaving me with my erratic heartbeat and sheer terror.
I took one second to scream, to shreik with anguish, and then willed myself to calm down.
I didn't know where my family was, but if I could find them, I should be safe.
But my suspicions were that he did something to them. It was a huge family; never once in 19 years has the house been completely empty.
"Help me," I whispered, to no one in particular.
I shakily made my way to the kitchen, intending on a sandwich.
I was almost finished buttering the bread before there was a clink of shattering glass above me and a scream of pure, undiluted rage.
I shivered to the core, knowing full well it was him. There weren't too many men in my household, not to mention no one had such a gravelly voice or cursed so profusely as I was hearing now.
Some quick, light footsteps slid across the floor and I nearly choked when I heard them steadily come down the stairs, despite the fact that when I looked, no one was there, just lots of dust and dirt from years of use.
...How? How was it possible? I was hearing him walk down the stairs and not seeing him...
Fear burst through me in icy, adrenaline filled waves.
I retreated to a closet and sat for a moment to catch my breath. Surely, there was an explanation, any explanation! This wasn't TV, he wasn't some ghost come back to carry me off into the sunset.
I heard something outside on the patio; dashing out of my hiding spot I ran and locked the sliding-glass door.
I was looking at the empty backyard when somebody grabbed my waist from behind, nuzzling into my neck.
"My love," He purred, "did I scare you with the glass? I apologize, I simply spent a lot of money on the piece and it saddened me to break it."
I was silent, albeit for my quick and labored breathing that strained against his inhumanly tight grip.
My eyes were wide with fear as he continued.
" Or, love, were you trying to lock me out?... What a foolish notion. You cannot block me, I love you too much... What do you humans say? 'Love always wins'?"
I felt suffocated, terrified in his arms, but it wasn't as if I could escape. For such a lean man, he had the strongest muscles I'd even seen, especially now that I could see more of him in his beautiful, skin-fitting outfit.
Another thing I noticed, so close to his heart like I was.
He was...cold.
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STAI LEGGENDO
My Creepy, Murderous Lover (Undertaker X Reader)
FanfictionThis is a story where undertaker isn't so sweet... In fact, I'll let you in on a little secret... he's downright terrifying.